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fields that smelled like the boy who became an empty space on a Tuesday morning a long time ago. Now, ... snuck up behind a horse and now his body is made of a long time ago. He is the quiet space in my memory ... loss, so we made each other lose. We went to fields to see who could take the most damage. We went to ...
part of her job is fielding the inevitable questions. Just like anyone who works in IT is charged with ... spacing. Now, I am just old enough to understand that anyone who took a high school typing course through ... spaces are hardwired into my muscle memory too. I’ve known for some time that one space is now proper ...
Page 99 from Issue 90 TRIQUARTERL Y went on too long, they blew whistles or rang heavy bells, ... space that two garbage cans had saved since morning. Seeing them, we ran and kissed their edgy, minty ... mouths. Each time a boy embraced his father, he ran back to the pack and punched an arm. Unlike the ...
Page 80 from Issue 46 speaking with a woman who had long, painted fingernails. This woman owned an ... extraordinary ebony and enamel figurine of a slave boy. It stood beside her fireplace mantel and was taller than ... Girard. I was told that it was an antique. The boy's eyeballs and teeth were of a white stone, ...
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that's out of the question with three children. The empty apartment left on 80th Street sec­ ond floor. ... Urban Long Island Print Pages:  Page 34 from Issue vol1-no1 Peter Taft Moses This piece of ... editor of this magazine. URBAN LONG ISLAND E VERY WRETCHED TORMENT of a longer day, eyes and looks of ...
the question with three children. The empty apartment left on 80th Street sec­ ond floor. Some ivy on ... LONG ISLAND E VERY WRETCHED TORMENT of a longer day, eyes and looks of smoking stares and stains of ... bundles. The city cries through a hundred windows. Elevators go up empty and come down and open their doors ...
in a constructed space Where it was never any special time, or hot, or on a Tuesday When the phone ... Page 66 from Issue 80 "I Heard a Fly Buzz... " for Bruce and LitJija Renner ... and pieces of a Prayer I used to say each night before I went to bed­ Now flay me down to sleep-while ...
helpless. Or seducing him, seeing how long it takes for him to realize who she is. She goes up the creakless ... someplace else, where she doesn't have to find a way to fill the empty spaces Glen leaves behind. ... the microwave fills an entire wall. It hadn't occurred to her to wonder yet who would get ...

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